Cream with my Coffee (M+/M+) *New Chapter 24/03/24 (M+/M+)*
Ooooh, a shocking twist, but perhaps an opportunity for the family to get even closer!
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[mention]gag1195[/mention] Dan! Organise this?! 
There is a reason why Scott was resistant to the chemicals, plus, he does detect some of the signs, weird smells, disorientation, coughing. Too bad he didn't know enough to fully connect the dots.
[mention]harveygasson[/mention] Glad you enjoyed the twist, more to come. And, bound and gagged guys
[mention]Volobond[/mention] Nothing like a crisis to facilitate "familial bonding"
There is a reason why Scott was resistant to the chemicals, plus, he does detect some of the signs, weird smells, disorientation, coughing. Too bad he didn't know enough to fully connect the dots. [mention]harveygasson[/mention] Glad you enjoyed the twist, more to come. And, bound and gagged guys
[mention]Volobond[/mention] Nothing like a crisis to facilitate "familial bonding"
Finally got caught up with the series and it’s amazing! What an interesting twist! Scott gets the fathers approval only to all get kidnapped.
If these abductors were listening in, they would know what Scott now meant to the Father’s son. I have a feeling the next chapter will be very interesting! Who know maybe Scott will have a chance to prove himself once again to Travis and Mercy. Excited to see what comes next.
If these abductors were listening in, they would know what Scott now meant to the Father’s son. I have a feeling the next chapter will be very interesting! Who know maybe Scott will have a chance to prove himself once again to Travis and Mercy. Excited to see what comes next.
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What is going on? The latest chapter confuses me. And that's good, [mention]Guardianbound[/mention].
Is Scott in on this?
I'm looking forward to the next chapter for answers.
Is Scott in on this?
I'm looking forward to the next chapter for answers.
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Chapter 14: Not For Sale
Travis was paralysed, every muscle in his body rejecting instructions from his brain. There was nothing binding him to the smooth metal medical examination table he was lying on, nothing stuffed in his mouth. A cold bright light blinded him, but he could not move his hand to shield his eyes. Even the effort it took to blink tired him, but this was not the time to panic.
They were kidnapped from their room and it was a sophisticated, well-planned attack not a simple break and entry. "They pumped in knock-out gas through the vents. Dad was made unconscious first, followed by me, then Scott. Oh God, Scott. Scott was recently exposed to an injectable tranquilliser. Could this mean that the knock-out gas they used is made of a similar chemical agent, such that Scott would have a higher resistance to it? Access to such a gas would be limited. This would therefore suggest..." his thoughts were interrupted by the sound of several men entering the room.
"Glad you're awake, Travis. We can proceed with your physical examination," a man's masked face temporarily blocked the light above him. "Skin," the man said. Latex gloved hands ran up and down his body, leaving no inch untouched. "Clear," they announced in turn. "Cavity search," the masked man said. Simultaneously, fingers pushed themselves deep into his mouth and hole, prodding and probing his orifices for hidden objects. Travis let out a distressed groan, he could feel everything, but he remained completely paralysed. "Clear," two men said. "Now, who is this, Travis?" the masked man asked, pointing at a polaroid of Scott and himself that he kept in his pocket. Travis's eyes widened.
The masked man laughed. "Awwww. You're actually in love. We suspected, but now we know for sure. You'll be happy to know that all three of you will be classified as 'Not For Sale'. You'll have to be well behaved though. Scott is priceless to you, but he's worth millions to us. Proceed with his measurements, then keep him with the senior Hunt," the man said. "Height... Weight... Feet length...Waist...Chest...Penis length (flaccid)..." an assistant took over the proceedings, and tape measures were pressed all over his body. "I was in charge, I've failed in my duties, I've failed my father. I've failed to keep my love safe," Travis stared into the glaring light above, willing tears to blur his shame.
Scott faced a giant floor to ceiling screen. On it he saw a man standing with with his arms and legs spread out to form an 'X', he was that man. A spreader bar kept his legs wide apart, each leg was shackled to an eyebolt on the floor. His arms, were stretched above his head, chains connected them to two points on the ceiling. He had long given up on struggling. His naked skin glistened under powerful studio lighting, they oiled his entire body before they left him here. Sweat now gave his body added natural sheen. "I'm being cooked under these lights," Scott thought.
"Why aren't you struggling Scott?" someone spoke to him though speakers along the walls. "Mmmppggghhhhhh," he groaned, more drool dripped from his bright red ball gag down to his bulging pecs. "Good. Everyone agrees, @Buffbaristascott, love your new username by the way, you would make a great purchase," the man said.
"Mmmmmmpphhh?" Scott's heart skipped a beat. "Oh don't worry. Your feed hasn't been uploaded... just yet. You'd make a good house ornament, or a domestic slave. I'd love to see you serving me coffee in the morning. Ahhh I'm getting ahead of myself," he said.
"I need you to get yourself hard, we need to see you in your full glory. Think of Travis if that helps," the voice continued. "Mmppphhhh nmppphhhhh," Scott shook his chains, the rattling echoed along with his protests.
"Yes. Keep that up too. Every minute we don't see what we want, the angrier we'll feel. We might lose control. Oh no, Hunt junior and senior are here with me. You catch my drift," the speakers cut off, leaving Scott alone with his mirror image.
"Travis... what horrors have they done to you?" Scott thought. "Mmmmmpphhggg," Scott moaned, closing his eyes. He imagined that all of this was an elaborate roleplay. He buckled his hips, praying. "Pplllsssssss," he begged.
Helping hands entered the room, stroking him to full arousal, all of them dressed in black and hooded. A silicone ring was slid down to the base of his genitals, maintaining his erection. As the men left the room, Scott heard the buzz of speakers being switched on again. A thud. Then pained grunts. Did he hear Travis in those grunts?
"Our threats are real. Behave," Scott imagined a man snarling into a microphone.
He was left alone to stare at his humiliation.
Travis was paralysed, every muscle in his body rejecting instructions from his brain. There was nothing binding him to the smooth metal medical examination table he was lying on, nothing stuffed in his mouth. A cold bright light blinded him, but he could not move his hand to shield his eyes. Even the effort it took to blink tired him, but this was not the time to panic.
They were kidnapped from their room and it was a sophisticated, well-planned attack not a simple break and entry. "They pumped in knock-out gas through the vents. Dad was made unconscious first, followed by me, then Scott. Oh God, Scott. Scott was recently exposed to an injectable tranquilliser. Could this mean that the knock-out gas they used is made of a similar chemical agent, such that Scott would have a higher resistance to it? Access to such a gas would be limited. This would therefore suggest..." his thoughts were interrupted by the sound of several men entering the room.
"Glad you're awake, Travis. We can proceed with your physical examination," a man's masked face temporarily blocked the light above him. "Skin," the man said. Latex gloved hands ran up and down his body, leaving no inch untouched. "Clear," they announced in turn. "Cavity search," the masked man said. Simultaneously, fingers pushed themselves deep into his mouth and hole, prodding and probing his orifices for hidden objects. Travis let out a distressed groan, he could feel everything, but he remained completely paralysed. "Clear," two men said. "Now, who is this, Travis?" the masked man asked, pointing at a polaroid of Scott and himself that he kept in his pocket. Travis's eyes widened.
The masked man laughed. "Awwww. You're actually in love. We suspected, but now we know for sure. You'll be happy to know that all three of you will be classified as 'Not For Sale'. You'll have to be well behaved though. Scott is priceless to you, but he's worth millions to us. Proceed with his measurements, then keep him with the senior Hunt," the man said. "Height... Weight... Feet length...Waist...Chest...Penis length (flaccid)..." an assistant took over the proceedings, and tape measures were pressed all over his body. "I was in charge, I've failed in my duties, I've failed my father. I've failed to keep my love safe," Travis stared into the glaring light above, willing tears to blur his shame.
Scott faced a giant floor to ceiling screen. On it he saw a man standing with with his arms and legs spread out to form an 'X', he was that man. A spreader bar kept his legs wide apart, each leg was shackled to an eyebolt on the floor. His arms, were stretched above his head, chains connected them to two points on the ceiling. He had long given up on struggling. His naked skin glistened under powerful studio lighting, they oiled his entire body before they left him here. Sweat now gave his body added natural sheen. "I'm being cooked under these lights," Scott thought.
"Why aren't you struggling Scott?" someone spoke to him though speakers along the walls. "Mmmppggghhhhhh," he groaned, more drool dripped from his bright red ball gag down to his bulging pecs. "Good. Everyone agrees, @Buffbaristascott, love your new username by the way, you would make a great purchase," the man said.
"Mmmmmmpphhh?" Scott's heart skipped a beat. "Oh don't worry. Your feed hasn't been uploaded... just yet. You'd make a good house ornament, or a domestic slave. I'd love to see you serving me coffee in the morning. Ahhh I'm getting ahead of myself," he said.
"I need you to get yourself hard, we need to see you in your full glory. Think of Travis if that helps," the voice continued. "Mmppphhhh nmppphhhhh," Scott shook his chains, the rattling echoed along with his protests.
"Yes. Keep that up too. Every minute we don't see what we want, the angrier we'll feel. We might lose control. Oh no, Hunt junior and senior are here with me. You catch my drift," the speakers cut off, leaving Scott alone with his mirror image.
"Travis... what horrors have they done to you?" Scott thought. "Mmmmmpphhggg," Scott moaned, closing his eyes. He imagined that all of this was an elaborate roleplay. He buckled his hips, praying. "Pplllsssssss," he begged.
Helping hands entered the room, stroking him to full arousal, all of them dressed in black and hooded. A silicone ring was slid down to the base of his genitals, maintaining his erection. As the men left the room, Scott heard the buzz of speakers being switched on again. A thud. Then pained grunts. Did he hear Travis in those grunts?
"Our threats are real. Behave," Scott imagined a man snarling into a microphone.
He was left alone to stare at his humiliation.
Oh, this is quite serious, isn't it? Examinations, recordings, auctions? I wonder who is behind all this? Did they want the Hunts, and Scott was simply collateral? Or was Scott the real target, with the extra bonus of the Hunts? Hmm....
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@gag1195 Very serious I'd say. Motivations behind the capture are still unknown, lots still unknown. Hopefully the bondage scenes are entertaining enough to bear we me until we get some answers
Oh no.... well, at least our cute boyfriends are very hot while captured! I'd like to put in a bid on Scott myself, to be honest!
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@Volobond Very much in your style. If you weren't the one who kidnapped him that is ....
@harveygasson Evil.... too bad we know they make it out
....@harveygasson Evil.... too bad we know they make it out
Well, then, if I was... I oughta win the bid eh? Or at least almost win before Travis or Mercy pulls off a miraculous last-minute escape/rescue!Guardianbound wrote: ↑8 months ago
Very much in your style. If you weren't the one who kidnapped him that is
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Chapter 15: The Hunts are Hunted
"Get your filthy hands off him," Travis muttered. "Let's make a deal then," his captor said, "Hand us access to the Hunt vault."
"MMMMMMPHHHHH!!!!!" his father cursed into his gag. The Hunts were bound back to back, clothed in rough orange jumpsuits. Their fists were duct taped into crude balls, preventing them from picking at the knots keeping them bound together.
"So that's what you're after. I'm afraid I can't help you," Travis gritted his teeth in defiance, the muscles of his torso bulged against his ropes, but failed to make them snap. The Hunt vault contained the bulk of the company's weapon and equipment stash, including all of the highest tech and top secret gear his father's firm possessed. If these were to fall into the hands of bad actors, it would mean the destruction of decades of hard work building the security company's capabilities, not to mention the danger to his employees and the wider public.
"But we both know you can. And we both know that nicely oiled Scott over here makes your heart flutter. Would be such a shame if something were to happen to him. For example, we ship him over to the highest bidder," his masked captor smiled sadistically. "Start the auction!" He commanded, "Let's call Hunt Jr. out on his bluff." All attention in the room returned to the live feed of Scott, as the camera zoomed in on his gagged and horrified face...
AUCTION 1145
"Mmmmphhhh," Scott groaned as words began appearing on the screen in front of him.
This is Scott, after his morning gym sessions, Scott works as a barista at a small local cafe.
"Hi Scott"... "HELLO SCOTT
" ... "such a cutie"...
"Mmmmmphhh," Scott pulled on the chains holding his arms above his head. The camera panned to his large flexing biceps, the muscles contracting and relaxing despite him having lost most of the sensation in his arm.
"His struggles are making me weak!" ... "poor boy, did they abduct you from the gym?" ... "His moans are so HOT." ...
The camera panned downwards, displaying his broad and well muscled chest and abs, glistening from his sweat and the oil they spread all over his naked body.
"MOOSCLES!!!"... "I want him now, no matter the price!"... "We all know what's coming next down below. Can't wait." ...
Scott looked on in horror as the comments exploded in reaction to his full erection. "Mmmpphhhh hhhggnnnnnn mmmghhhhhh," he tugged harder against his bonds, but he only succeeded in causing his cock to twitch, driving viewers of the auction into a full frenzy.
Please bid for me. Your bids will help me cum. STARTING PRICE: USD 100, 000
"Yes Scott"... "Please be my personal barista!" ... "I can't afford you, but I hope to see you shoot today."
The bids came flooding in and the ring at the base of his cock began vibrating in sympathy. "Hmmllppppp hmmmmmppppp pppllllssssss," Scott begged.
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"I'll kill all of you!" Travis yelled. "Yea, yea. We're all so scared. So, about my offer, it's still on the table," his captor tapped the side of his face. "Fuck you!" Travis shouted. "You're willing to sacrifice your boyfriend?! Oh my, but he's perfect. Look at that body-ody-ody. And you're going to let that perfect package be sold off to.... let's see.... volobond.... for ... 2... 2.1Million and climbing. I see there are other persistent bidders, but he usually wins our auctions when he's bidding," his captor said.
He then leaned forward to whisper: "I hear he owns a company which specialises in training men into fully compliant slaves."
"You think I'm stupid? What's stopping you from breaking your promise the moment I give you the access codes," Travis' voice grew increasingly exasperated. But this was mostly an act, his father had earlier passed him a message through a series of discrete taps against his back. "Distract the fella. Reinforcements arriving soon," his father had communicated.
"So you do admit to possessing the access codes. That's progress," his captor grinned, pleased with himself.
"No. No, please just let him go. Scott didn't do anything to you," Travis said. "At this rate, we should put you up for auction too. Shut up Hunt Jr., we want the access codes, not your whining," his captor grinned, gagging Travis with a thick plug gag.
"Grmmmmm ppphmmmm phuuuuu lmmmm Scoottt goooooo!" Travis grunted through his gag. "Keep it up son. We'll take down these bastards soon," Michael conveyed. "And save my boyfriend," Travis thought.
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Scott looked down at his throbbing cock, drool dripped from his ball gag down to the floor below. One particular strand landed accidentally on his hard member, adding another 10 grand to the highest bid, which sent another jolt of vibration through his cock ring. "Mmmmmphhhhhh mmmhhmmm gnnnnnn cummmmm," Scott cried out.
"If only he could do THAT in my coffee. I'd die of caffeine poisoning from all the cups I'd order"
"Get your filthy hands off him," Travis muttered. "Let's make a deal then," his captor said, "Hand us access to the Hunt vault."
"MMMMMMPHHHHH!!!!!" his father cursed into his gag. The Hunts were bound back to back, clothed in rough orange jumpsuits. Their fists were duct taped into crude balls, preventing them from picking at the knots keeping them bound together.
"So that's what you're after. I'm afraid I can't help you," Travis gritted his teeth in defiance, the muscles of his torso bulged against his ropes, but failed to make them snap. The Hunt vault contained the bulk of the company's weapon and equipment stash, including all of the highest tech and top secret gear his father's firm possessed. If these were to fall into the hands of bad actors, it would mean the destruction of decades of hard work building the security company's capabilities, not to mention the danger to his employees and the wider public.
"But we both know you can. And we both know that nicely oiled Scott over here makes your heart flutter. Would be such a shame if something were to happen to him. For example, we ship him over to the highest bidder," his masked captor smiled sadistically. "Start the auction!" He commanded, "Let's call Hunt Jr. out on his bluff." All attention in the room returned to the live feed of Scott, as the camera zoomed in on his gagged and horrified face...
AUCTION 1145
"Mmmmphhhh," Scott groaned as words began appearing on the screen in front of him.
This is Scott, after his morning gym sessions, Scott works as a barista at a small local cafe.
"Hi Scott"... "HELLO SCOTT
" ... "such a cutie"... "Mmmmmphhh," Scott pulled on the chains holding his arms above his head. The camera panned to his large flexing biceps, the muscles contracting and relaxing despite him having lost most of the sensation in his arm.
"His struggles are making me weak!" ... "poor boy, did they abduct you from the gym?" ... "His moans are so HOT." ...
The camera panned downwards, displaying his broad and well muscled chest and abs, glistening from his sweat and the oil they spread all over his naked body.
"MOOSCLES!!!"... "I want him now, no matter the price!"... "We all know what's coming next down below. Can't wait." ...
Scott looked on in horror as the comments exploded in reaction to his full erection. "Mmmpphhhh hhhggnnnnnn mmmghhhhhh," he tugged harder against his bonds, but he only succeeded in causing his cock to twitch, driving viewers of the auction into a full frenzy.
Please bid for me. Your bids will help me cum. STARTING PRICE: USD 100, 000
"Yes Scott"... "Please be my personal barista!" ... "I can't afford you, but I hope to see you shoot today."
The bids came flooding in and the ring at the base of his cock began vibrating in sympathy. "Hmmllppppp hmmmmmppppp pppllllssssss," Scott begged.
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"I'll kill all of you!" Travis yelled. "Yea, yea. We're all so scared. So, about my offer, it's still on the table," his captor tapped the side of his face. "Fuck you!" Travis shouted. "You're willing to sacrifice your boyfriend?! Oh my, but he's perfect. Look at that body-ody-ody. And you're going to let that perfect package be sold off to.... let's see.... volobond.... for ... 2... 2.1Million and climbing. I see there are other persistent bidders, but he usually wins our auctions when he's bidding," his captor said.
He then leaned forward to whisper: "I hear he owns a company which specialises in training men into fully compliant slaves."
"You think I'm stupid? What's stopping you from breaking your promise the moment I give you the access codes," Travis' voice grew increasingly exasperated. But this was mostly an act, his father had earlier passed him a message through a series of discrete taps against his back. "Distract the fella. Reinforcements arriving soon," his father had communicated.
"So you do admit to possessing the access codes. That's progress," his captor grinned, pleased with himself.
"No. No, please just let him go. Scott didn't do anything to you," Travis said. "At this rate, we should put you up for auction too. Shut up Hunt Jr., we want the access codes, not your whining," his captor grinned, gagging Travis with a thick plug gag.
"Grmmmmm ppphmmmm phuuuuu lmmmm Scoottt goooooo!" Travis grunted through his gag. "Keep it up son. We'll take down these bastards soon," Michael conveyed. "And save my boyfriend," Travis thought.
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Scott looked down at his throbbing cock, drool dripped from his ball gag down to the floor below. One particular strand landed accidentally on his hard member, adding another 10 grand to the highest bid, which sent another jolt of vibration through his cock ring. "Mmmmmphhhhhh mmmhhmmm gnnnnnn cummmmm," Scott cried out.
"If only he could do THAT in my coffee. I'd die of caffeine poisoning from all the cups I'd order"
I must protest to @Volobond winning this bid for handsome Scott! I just need to rearrange some funding and I'm certain that I can compete... with the Company... and their nearly limitless financial resources...
Part of me is thinking (hoping?) that this is still some sort of test or prank, and that things truly aren't so dire, even knowing that this is a prequel! Can't wait to see more!
Part of me is thinking (hoping?) that this is still some sort of test or prank, and that things truly aren't so dire, even knowing that this is a prequel! Can't wait to see more!
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@gag1195 But we do know Scott escapes the clutches of the Company Winning the auction then losing the prize would be a huge emotional swing. We have to remember that it's only been days since Scott and Travis first met, a little bit of drama helps seal the deal between these two.
Winning the auction then losing the prize would be a huge emotional swing. We have to remember that it's only been days since Scott and Travis first met, a little bit of drama helps seal the deal between these two.Hehe, I won! And my true identity as the Owner of the Company has been revealed... 
Hmmm... normally I'd be quite put out by losing Scott after paying so much, but... either I'll end up hiring the Hunts to guard me (in special tight fitting bodyguard outfits, of course) or send someone to collect them
In the meantime, I'll just watch some sexy bodyguards escape a dire situation and live to be bound another day!
Hmmm... normally I'd be quite put out by losing Scott after paying so much, but... either I'll end up hiring the Hunts to guard me (in special tight fitting bodyguard outfits, of course) or send someone to collect them
In the meantime, I'll just watch some sexy bodyguards escape a dire situation and live to be bound another day!
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@Volobond And don't forget, you're also the descendant/ reincarnation of the Emperor.
I'd love to see you writing a story procuring the Hunts then stuffing them into skintight "bodyguard outfits" Procure Scott along with then while you're at it, I'm sure you have sufficient room in your "stables"
I'd love to see you writing a story procuring the Hunts then stuffing them into skintight "bodyguard outfits"
Procure Scott along with then while you're at it, I'm sure you have sufficient room in your "stables" That's... not a bad idea at all...Guardianbound wrote: ↑6 months ago @Volobond And don't forget, you're also the descendant/ reincarnation of the Emperor.
I'd love to see you writing a story procuring the Hunts then stuffing them into skintight "bodyguard outfits"
And an Imperial bloodline? No wonder I'm so commanding!
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Chapter 16: You're priceless to me
"3.5 million dollars. That's a new record," his captor said as he circled him, carefully avoiding all the spilled spunk in front of him. Scott remained painfully erect, a constant low vibration at the base of his cock ensured that.
"Gggrmmmm," Scott growled. "Defiant just like your poor boyfriend," his captor said. Scott's heart skipped a beat. "Mmmmgghhhh lllmmmmm hhmmmm ghhhooo," Scott rattled his chains. A thick gooey like substance was pushed into his ears, deafening him as it expanded. His face was forcefully yanked to the side so that his captor could give him one long revolting kiss over his ball gagged lips. A leather hood was quickly slipped over his head so that the last thing Scott saw was his captor's satisfied and crooked smile.
Hood tightly laced, his captor wrapped his hand over his cock for a few teasing pumps, then slapped it once he elicited a low moan from the hunk. Scott was then left alone to struggle.
"Follow my lead," his father communicated through morse code tapped on his back. With their leader gone, Travis and Hunt Sr. were ready to spring their attack. Summoning superhuman strength, Travis tipped forwards into a squat then stood up with his father fully supported on his back. Hunt Sr. kicked the first of three guards squarely on the jaw with his bound feet, knocking him out.
Unable to spin around on bound legs, Travis had to quickly hop and rotate both himself and his father. Hunt Sr. kept his legs extended and knocked the second guard out using their combined momentum.
The third guard had barely grasped the situation and reached for his gun when Travis bodyslammed him into a wall, causing him to drop the firearm. One more spinning kick from Hunt Sr was all it took to knock him out too.
"Good job, spotted a knife on goon 1" his father conveyed. Panting round their gags, Travis and his father worked on freeing themselves from their bonds before more hostiles arrived.
"I have to find him!" Travis said, as soon as he ridded himself of his plug gag. "Wait, ETA 10 minutes," his father replied. "He may be gone by then," Travis said, equipping himself with a pistol, storming out of the room before his father could stop him.
He heard a soft clinking of what sounded like chains from the end of the corridor and decided to investigate.
"Scott!" he shouted.
Scott was shaken out of his isolation induced stupor by a sudden hug around his torso. "Mmmgphghgg," he grunted, shaking himself away from what he perceived was another kidnapper. The man held his hooded head with both hands and kissed him. Then he realised who it was. Over the heavy scent of leather, a familiar woody pomade aroma wafted through the breathing holes of his hood. "Trravvvvvsss," he moaned.
Scott was released from his standing spreadeagle, then unlaced from his leather hood. Travis was smiling at him, but so too was their captor with a crooked grin, who stood at the door, aiming a gun at Travis' back.
"Nghhhhh!!!" Time slowed as Scott saw their captor squeeze the trigger. He did not hear the gunshot, but felt it reverberate through his body.
*BANG*
"Scott!!!" Travis caught his boyfriend in his arms, his hands felt a spreading warmness. Blood.
*BANG*
"Fuck! We have a casualty, require immediate medical EVAC," Hunt Sr. commanded through an earpiece.
Travis desperately pulled off Scott's gag and earplugs then tore off a large section of his shirt to cover his wound. "Stay with me Scott. Why did you have to do that? I'm the one who's supposed to take the bullets for you," Travis began to tear.
Scott smiled weakly: "I'm your boyfriend."
"I'm your boyfriend too," Travis said, blood had already soaked through the cloth he was holding, however Travis held on even tighter, willing the flow to stop.
"Don't cry, I know I'm worth less than 3.5 million now," Scott remarked, his speech increasingly slurred. "Stop it, you're priceless to me, please stay with me," Travis leaned down to kiss him, hoping that his strength would miraculously transfer over to him. "Will.... Will....Will you marry me?" Scott asked.
"YES! Oh god! SCOTT! Please. I'm sorry! Wake up, please," Travis yelled, shaking an unconscious Scott. Medics rushed to Scott's side, assessing his wound and administering first aid. "He's in good hands son. We'll pray for him together," he felt his father's hands on his shoulders, pulling his frozen self away from Scott. "It's okay. He's going to be fine," his father hugged him tightly, "breathe, you've got to breathe Travis.... he's going to be alright."
"Don't sit up, don't!" Travis said.
"I'm fine," Scott said, immediately wincing and holding his side.
"Do you need the doctor, I'll go get her now," Travis said, already rushing towards the door.
"No. Stop. Sit," Scott mustered the most authoritative voice he could.
"What was your answer?" Scott asked shyly. "To what? Oh... Yes, I love you. Of course. Yes," Travis replied. "I should have found a better time to pop the question, I'm sorry." Scott rubbed the back of his neck. "You could try again," Travis said, sliding a red case over the bedside table, "best I could find while you were in surgery."
Scott opened the case and found two simple silver bands. "Travis Hunt, will you marry me?"
"You already know the answer," Travis held out his hand. "I love you," Scott said. "Actions speak louder than words Mr. Scott Grey," they locked lips as Scott slipped the silver band over Travis' finger.
I believe we're nearing the conclusion of this tale. Would you like to see more? Comment below.
"3.5 million dollars. That's a new record," his captor said as he circled him, carefully avoiding all the spilled spunk in front of him. Scott remained painfully erect, a constant low vibration at the base of his cock ensured that.
"Gggrmmmm," Scott growled. "Defiant just like your poor boyfriend," his captor said. Scott's heart skipped a beat. "Mmmmgghhhh lllmmmmm hhmmmm ghhhooo," Scott rattled his chains. A thick gooey like substance was pushed into his ears, deafening him as it expanded. His face was forcefully yanked to the side so that his captor could give him one long revolting kiss over his ball gagged lips. A leather hood was quickly slipped over his head so that the last thing Scott saw was his captor's satisfied and crooked smile.
Hood tightly laced, his captor wrapped his hand over his cock for a few teasing pumps, then slapped it once he elicited a low moan from the hunk. Scott was then left alone to struggle.
"Follow my lead," his father communicated through morse code tapped on his back. With their leader gone, Travis and Hunt Sr. were ready to spring their attack. Summoning superhuman strength, Travis tipped forwards into a squat then stood up with his father fully supported on his back. Hunt Sr. kicked the first of three guards squarely on the jaw with his bound feet, knocking him out.
Unable to spin around on bound legs, Travis had to quickly hop and rotate both himself and his father. Hunt Sr. kept his legs extended and knocked the second guard out using their combined momentum.
The third guard had barely grasped the situation and reached for his gun when Travis bodyslammed him into a wall, causing him to drop the firearm. One more spinning kick from Hunt Sr was all it took to knock him out too.
"Good job, spotted a knife on goon 1" his father conveyed. Panting round their gags, Travis and his father worked on freeing themselves from their bonds before more hostiles arrived.
"I have to find him!" Travis said, as soon as he ridded himself of his plug gag. "Wait, ETA 10 minutes," his father replied. "He may be gone by then," Travis said, equipping himself with a pistol, storming out of the room before his father could stop him.
He heard a soft clinking of what sounded like chains from the end of the corridor and decided to investigate.
"Scott!" he shouted.
Scott was shaken out of his isolation induced stupor by a sudden hug around his torso. "Mmmgphghgg," he grunted, shaking himself away from what he perceived was another kidnapper. The man held his hooded head with both hands and kissed him. Then he realised who it was. Over the heavy scent of leather, a familiar woody pomade aroma wafted through the breathing holes of his hood. "Trravvvvvsss," he moaned.
Scott was released from his standing spreadeagle, then unlaced from his leather hood. Travis was smiling at him, but so too was their captor with a crooked grin, who stood at the door, aiming a gun at Travis' back.
"Nghhhhh!!!" Time slowed as Scott saw their captor squeeze the trigger. He did not hear the gunshot, but felt it reverberate through his body.
*BANG*
"Scott!!!" Travis caught his boyfriend in his arms, his hands felt a spreading warmness. Blood.
*BANG*
"Fuck! We have a casualty, require immediate medical EVAC," Hunt Sr. commanded through an earpiece.
Travis desperately pulled off Scott's gag and earplugs then tore off a large section of his shirt to cover his wound. "Stay with me Scott. Why did you have to do that? I'm the one who's supposed to take the bullets for you," Travis began to tear.
Scott smiled weakly: "I'm your boyfriend."
"I'm your boyfriend too," Travis said, blood had already soaked through the cloth he was holding, however Travis held on even tighter, willing the flow to stop.
"Don't cry, I know I'm worth less than 3.5 million now," Scott remarked, his speech increasingly slurred. "Stop it, you're priceless to me, please stay with me," Travis leaned down to kiss him, hoping that his strength would miraculously transfer over to him. "Will.... Will....Will you marry me?" Scott asked.
"YES! Oh god! SCOTT! Please. I'm sorry! Wake up, please," Travis yelled, shaking an unconscious Scott. Medics rushed to Scott's side, assessing his wound and administering first aid. "He's in good hands son. We'll pray for him together," he felt his father's hands on his shoulders, pulling his frozen self away from Scott. "It's okay. He's going to be fine," his father hugged him tightly, "breathe, you've got to breathe Travis.... he's going to be alright."
"Don't sit up, don't!" Travis said.
"I'm fine," Scott said, immediately wincing and holding his side.
"Do you need the doctor, I'll go get her now," Travis said, already rushing towards the door.
"No. Stop. Sit," Scott mustered the most authoritative voice he could.
"What was your answer?" Scott asked shyly. "To what? Oh... Yes, I love you. Of course. Yes," Travis replied. "I should have found a better time to pop the question, I'm sorry." Scott rubbed the back of his neck. "You could try again," Travis said, sliding a red case over the bedside table, "best I could find while you were in surgery."
Scott opened the case and found two simple silver bands. "Travis Hunt, will you marry me?"
"You already know the answer," Travis held out his hand. "I love you," Scott said. "Actions speak louder than words Mr. Scott Grey," they locked lips as Scott slipped the silver band over Travis' finger.
I believe we're nearing the conclusion of this tale. Would you like to see more? Comment below.
Hell of a time for a proposal, Scott! But a wonderful and thrilling end to their time in captivity! I'm so happy, I'm almost okay with having such a prize taken from under my nose - don't worry, Scott, you're still worth way more than 3.5 million to me!
What an exciting ending! Loved it!
And the surprise proposal! Honestly? Perfect timing!
And my goodness, a wedding in the future! Hunt Sr and Prof. Dan possibly reconnecting at a romantic ceremony, all while Scott and Travis celebrate alongside the other guys from this great universe!
And the surprise proposal! Honestly? Perfect timing!
And my goodness, a wedding in the future! Hunt Sr and Prof. Dan possibly reconnecting at a romantic ceremony, all while Scott and Travis celebrate alongside the other guys from this great universe!
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@Volobond And just like that, Scott has a permanent mark placed on him by the owner of The Company. I'm almost tempted to ask what's the highest you'd dish for the hunk. I'd gladly pocket the money then watch him dropped into the "Hunk Hunt"
@gag1195 Scott is a walking ball of hunky sunshine isn't he. Travis should rope him up and protect him from any further harm.
I like the forward thinking. The things Dan and Hunt Sr. could do together.... And the whole process with these guys would probably be hilarious. Imagine all the shenanigans at the bachelor party
@gag1195 Scott is a walking ball of hunky sunshine isn't he. Travis should rope him up and protect him from any further harm.
I like the forward thinking. The things Dan and Hunt Sr. could do together.... And the whole process with these guys would probably be hilarious. Imagine all the shenanigans at the bachelor party
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Ah what a lovely sweet ending to a tense part of this tale. Really good you do more on this one
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@harveygasson Thanks! More of Scott and Travis, in bondage of course, to come!!!
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I'm one for over-the-top proposals, and that's one for the ages!
But are Scott and Travis all set for the Big Day? I'm also one for low-key affairs...a simple trip to the Registry Office (Town Hall) and lunch with our nearest and dearest will do just fine. Thank you.
BUT...
The grooms need to be there. Will Scoot or Travis get shanghaied before they arable to walk down the aisle?
I'd say...
DON'T Get them to the church on time!!
But are Scott and Travis all set for the Big Day? I'm also one for low-key affairs...a simple trip to the Registry Office (Town Hall) and lunch with our nearest and dearest will do just fine. Thank you.
BUT...
The grooms need to be there. Will Scoot or Travis get shanghaied before they arable to walk down the aisle?
I'd say...
DON'T Get them to the church on time!!
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@KidnappedCowboy Gotta secure that 'YES' don't you, over the top is the only way to go!
Can't we have a drama-less wedding. Those vows will be read out...
Be it in a quiet church surrounded by close family and friends...
Or bound and gagged in the back of a kidnapper's van/truck/boot.
Can't we have a drama-less wedding.
Those vows will be read out... Be it in a quiet church surrounded by close family and friends...
Or bound and gagged in the back of a kidnapper's van/truck/boot.